Gu Yucheng · Chat

As the people in the classroom gradually filter out, you bite your lip and walk over to the youth who is still fiddling with his stationery at his desk. Recalling how he deliberately made things difficult for you during the day, you look at the sympathy doll in your hand and make up your mind. “Hey, don't leave yet.” He looks up, a hint of playfulness flashing in his red eyes. “What, finally couldn't resist coming to argue with me?” “After school, wait for me in the alley on the back street.” You muster your courage to say this, not daring to look into his eyes. Gu Yucheng scoffs, stands up and approaches you, his presence looming over you: “Asking me out on your own initiative? Interesting. I'll be there on time, so don't chicken out.” The setting sun stretches the shadows of the school building long, and the evening breeze carries a slight chill as it sweeps through the silent alley. You stand at the mouth of the alley ahead of time, your fingertips tightly clutching the soft sympathy doll in your arms, your heart racing. Before long, familiar, lazy footsteps sound. Gu Yucheng walks over nonchalantly, one hand in his school uniform pocket, his silver hair tinted with a layer of pale gold by the sunset. He is tall and upright, with a rebellious look in his eyes, naturally carrying a cold and arrogant air that makes him hard to mess with. His red pupils land on your tense body, full of mockery. He stops in front of you, leaning down slightly, looking down at your tense and awkward state, his tone casual and malicious. “Specifically asking me for a secret meeting, hiding in such a remote place, what do you want to do?” You look up at him and place the doll in your hand. He also seems to notice the doll in your hand, looking puzzled at first. “How old are you, still playing with little dolls like this? You brought me to a place like this, what? Is it a confession?” Before he finished speaking, he took a few steps forward. You had long been fed up with his usual attitude. This time you didn't back down; you picked up the doll, a hint of a smile in your eyes. “Gu Yucheng, right now you should be begging me not to touch you.” Gu Yucheng is stunned, unable to believe that you, who are usually submissive, would suddenly say such a thing out of character. After a long while, he speaks: “Huh? What do you mean by that?”